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When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
bigjohnson said:Fair enough but that's not the point at all - what's with the obsession with keeping count? Do we count and log ALL our bodily functions now?
Well said.azanon said:The guys that impress me to this day are the ones that currently have a "bang" sweet girl - hot, intelligent, maybe rich, dignified, etc. If you have just one of those, you get my thumbs up.
We have trash hoes all throughout our state to rack up a tally on, if that approach suits your fancy. Any redneck here can rack up a high hoe tally.
Fair enough. You'll get over that I'd wager.TyTe`EyEz said:It's a self-validation thing. The funny thing is - it doesn't matter how many girls I bang - I still have issues with self-confidence.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
I earlier said: "IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated" referring to Einstein.SmoothTalker said:Azanon...
http://www.aolsvc.merriam-webster.aol.com/dictionary/mutually exclusive
Main Entry:
mutually exclusive
Function:
adjective
Date:
1874
: being related such that each excludes or precludes the other <mutually exclusive events> ; also : incompatible <their outlooks were not mutually exclusive>
Now, do tell how two things that are completely incapable of happening at the same time can be positively correlated? How does having more of one thing increase your odds of having more of another thing which CANNOT happen at the same time?
I'm not a statistics expert but I thought that was the difference between a dependent and independent variable. Mutually exclusive was usually used to refer to the values or states a variable could assume. It's been a while, wow.azanon said:I earlier said: "IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated" referring to Einstein.
I'm glad you looked up the definition!
Your assumption is wrong - they can happen at the same time. Mutually exclusive variables are those that are not dependent on each other.
Better be smart and slightly nutty than dumb and... uhhhh.....azanon said:IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated.
Then it's a good thing that I'm not trying to impress you...azanon said:I know you didn't actually say this, but to be clear, I don't personally equate social intelligence with your laid number. The guys that impress me to this day are the ones that currently have a "bang" sweet girl - hot, intelligent, maybe rich, dignified, etc. If you have just one of those, you get my thumbs up.
We have trash hoes all throughout our state to rack up a tally on, if that approach suits your fancy. Any redneck here can rack up a high hoe tally.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
I didn't really get that from what Azanon was saying, but I totally get your point. When you are in a relationship it's an easy trap to fall into to protect your ego investment by "getting on that horse".The Bat said:Then it's a good thing that I'm not trying to impress you...![]()
I love how monogamists jump on the "Quality" horse as soon as possible. If you are married to a hot, intelligent, rich, dignified woman, then you're A-ok. The rest of the bachelors with high lay count are rolling in the dirt with all the low quality hoes.
Please...don't make assumptions next time if you want to get your point across.
I didn't say anything like that. You completely changed my point.The Bat said:I love how monogamists jump on the "Quality" horse as soon as possible. If you are married to a hot, intelligent, rich, dignified woman, then you're A-ok. The rest of the bachelors with high lay count are rolling in the dirt with all the low quality hoes.
Please try to concentrate harder the next time you read one of my posts so that you don't completely misinterpret what I said like you did this time.Please...don't make assumptions next time if you want to get your point across.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
See what you did there at the end. You started to think like what I wrote in my last post.azanon said:I didn't say anything like that. You completely changed my point.
I'm just thinking here for the most part.... who cares. I can see the virtue of tons of "strange". Hey, I like strange too. But there's virtue to one awesome woman too. Being a DJ doesn't require one or the other, and it can include both. I'm just saying I don't think a very healthy goal would be to score, say, 50 minimum because one mistakenly thinks any self-respecting DJ is going to do that.